Dowry

In my pursuit of verity, I hath traversed yon far and wide, o'er thousands of leagues, seeking her as the most precious gem, clasping her tightly to mine own soul. Verity hath guided me to procure a Field brimming with opulence and wealth, a realm not mine own, wed to another. But in a vision of the night, in mine own third eye, I beheld a man through a looking glass, observing me as I gazed back at him.

I was ailing and nigh unto death, crying out to the Almighty for succor. And my sovereign, in the Aramaic tongue, proclaimed, "Physician, heal thyself." Thus, I bestowed all of mine Earthly possessions unto the destitute and embarked Westward, as the Lord of mine own heart ordained, embodying Lady Love and dismantling the barriers of resistance I had erected.

I stumbled and fell, yet I did rise once more. I beseeched without ceasing, ascending to the Pinnacle of my heights. I frolicked with Destiny, laid Death to slumber, and transcended into the Divine. I embraced nothingness to become all.

I have no dowry to proffer thee, my liege. No riches nor treasures do I bring, for all hath been bestowed upon the destitute. As an angel, I have embraced the calling with a tender kiss, yielding myself entirely unto the watchtower, preparing patiently for your triumphant return!